Indigo

I've been wanting to give an update on the photowalk, but instead have transformed in to one of those cat owners that talks endlessly about her kitten and how he's the cutest one ever (which he totally is). At least I'm conscious of this completely normal and healthy behavior so let's just get the details out of the way up front, shall we?

Thanks to everyone for the name suggestions. In the end he'd come running across my apartment with his little fuzzy kitten butt all up in the air every time I'd call him by Indigo, so the name stuck. Indie it is, but it's Indigo with alternating surnames. Alternating surnames as in... yesterday morning he was "Indigo Sassypants". Today he's "Doctor Jones". And tomorrow he'll probably be "Indigo Stryper", of big hair fame.

That's all the update I'll subject you to for now (unless you want to email me privately in which case I could probably talk about him for the length of an entire novel), but it just wouldn't be fair to give you an update without any updated, kittenie photos of his scrumptious, fluffy cuteness. Oh the cuteness!

Behold!, Sir Indigo weighing in at a whopping 1.9 pounds and the tender age of 8 weeks. Already, he's a natural in front of the camera.

In other news, Saturday's photowalk turned out to be a fabulous success! Even with the threat of rain, still over a dozen people showed and proceeded to flash mob Uptown with their many and varied camera devices. It must be sadistic, the amount of pleasure I get out of making people uncomfortable with a camera. Ha ha ha, funnest game ever! The yummy firemen didn't seem to mind when their parked truck got mobbed by our group, but that was either because A) the truck had just been washed and there was some serious flexing of man muslces going on, or B) because Jaime and I were busy running interference with our casual, engaging, intellectual, witty banter while the rest of the group got down and dirty with macro goodness. Hey, it was a dirty job but someone had to thank the nice, cute, accomodating, friendly, buldging biceped firemen.

There was also a funny moment when we hit up Lake Calhoun and saw a couple of guys in a canoe changing their course and paddling directly towards us. I'm sorry but the sheer size of a set of kahunas that it takes for someone to go *towards* an army of photographers all armed with flashing devices perfect for blinding and then stealing your lunch money was remarkable. But there they were... still paddling right on towards us before yelling out, "HEY!, are you guys from the twin cities flickr photowalk group?!". Ha ha ha, we've got people showing up by canoe which, and I'm just guessing here, might be a flickr first. Totally fun and made for some great photos which were taken, once again, pretty much by everyone else as I was busy running interference by talking to them. Well? ... Someone had to!

Feel free to check out lots of the day's spoils here. Thanks to everyone who joined us!